Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.